Early Afternoon Thoughts

I've been settling into my new life as an unemployed person of society.

I get up when Scott leaves for work. I have umpteen cups of coffee. I try and eat healthy. When Connor is here, I take him to his learning center. I work out at our local gym. I come home and get online. I look for work and apply when I find an opening. I clean the house. When Connor is here, I go pick him up. I prepare dinner. I relax with my family.

It's a cycle that I'm getting used to.

Early this week, Scott had to meet with the trustee in our old hometown, finalizing his Chapter 7 bankruptcy. His ex wife was there too, and after the meeting, pulled Scott aside "to talk for a minute."

She informed him that she had tumors on her pituitary glands. Then she went on to point out that this justifies her weight gain and "crazy" behavior. Scott, tired of her always making excuses but concerned for Connor, asked her if she had a will. After she confirmed that she has one, he told her that if we needed to keep Connor for longer periods of time, to let us know.

I am boggled by her behavior. Scott says that everyone's opinion of her is the most important drive in her actions, that she is a taker and will steal from family if she could get away with it. As devious as she probably is, I really think that she regrets giving up Scott. I'm not jealous or insecure, I just have a feeling that she probably wishes that she didn't make the decisions that she did to end their marriage. Although she tries to appear happy when her and I have to meet face-to-face, I can tell that deep down that she probably isn't. Maybe her relationship with her current boyfriend isn't going good? I don't know. She is one hard cookie to crack.

Scott says that the two weeks that she has Connor is probably too much for her, that this "tumor" story is probably the beginning of the excuse to not be able to handle Connor full time during the school year. I am looking forward to finding out what will come of this.

I think that being unemployed allows me to have the extra time to over analyze people, decisions, and thoughts. Someone once told me that you have to keep friends close, but keep enemies closer. I just want to know if she's mentally okay, how her relationship with Connor plays out, and if he is influenced by a healthy mother-boyfriend relationship when he is over there.

I worry too much, and perhaps with all this free time on my hands, I now worry in overtime.